Even Linda herself was full of incredulity, and although she understood that the power in the stone made her strong, in reality she only ran or worked with that power, and never tried to attack.

"Linda, I promise, you're more powerful than the most elite knights. Alice's face was full of excitement: "Is this the power given to you by the gods? I really can't imagine that if you step on the promotion ladder, you will definitely transform into a perfect warrior and cut off the blade of evil!"

"I see. Linda clenched her fists, "The gods say you are good at creating, and I'm good at cutting out evil." The black stone has the magic power to drive away evil, and the power I draw from the stone may be able to do the same. ”

"That's cool! Alice touched her hard stone skin with envy, this ugly angular shell, and at this time, her eyes were full of a mysterious sense of power.

"I'll practice hard!" Linda's eyes were full of confidence, and she waved her fist twice: "My fist will definitely become a nightmare for demons." ”

"I believe in you!" Alice cheered her on with a clenched fist, and then smiled and gently pressed her hand against the shield, channeling the magic in her body. When she removed her hand, the shield did not soften, and from the outside, it did not seem to change much.

"However, promotion is not that simple. Let's try another of my powers!"

"The other? You get two kinds of divine powers?"

"Give it a try and you'll know!"

Linda lifted her chest up, and struck with all her strength after absorbing full strength, but this time Linda clearly felt the increase in the hardness of the shield. When the fist is removed, it only leaves a finger-deep fist indentation, and does not cause the same tear as the previous one.

"Huh?" Linda touched her fist marks suspiciously, frowning, "It seems to have hardened a lot." ”

"Hmm. Alice snapped her fingers with a smile, it was another of her abilities that worked on metal. The change in the magic power in her body depends on what she thinks at the time, and the effect applied to the metal is also completely different.

"Linda, this is my second new ability. Not only can I make the metal softer, but I can also make it harder. "[Strengthened Metal] ability, Alice has obviously touched the doorway.

"There are actually two abilities?" Linda's face was full of surprise, and her heart was suddenly full of anticipation, what Alice could do, she would definitely be able to do.

I just don't know, what will her new abilities be?

......

"Bloody bones, you son of a bitch. That's not what I did at all. Cohen slapped the table angrily, he was nearly fifty years old, but unlike other hunched old men, he still had a straight waist. A long, thin, yellowish face with narrow eyes and a few gray hairs.

"Yo, don't be angry, old man. On the other side of the oil-stained wooden table, Blood Bone was half-leaning on the chair, stretching out his hands on the bonfire: "Anyway, there is no proof of death, it doesn't matter who it is." ”

"!" Cohen pounded his fists on the table, his eyebrows furrowed together, "I don't think anyone can buy your right-hand men." Omgaard has always been loyal! Even Weimar can't. ”

"But, I saw the blade of the axe that glowed with cold light. My eyes can't fool me. Bloody shrugged his shoulders indifferently, his eyes sunken into his sockets, shrouded in shadow in the glow of the fire: "My sword is fast enough, sharp enough. I suppose, Mr. Cohen, you don't doubt it, do you?"

"Bloodbones, are you threatening me?" a sinister smile appeared on Cohen's face, twisting the ruby ring on his finger with his hand, and sneering: "Brains are sometimes sharper than swords. I am alive to sit in front of you by my head. Don't think I can't see it, you're suspecting that I've bribed Omgaard to assassinate you. Please use your rusty brain, that won't do me any good!"

"Relax, old fellow. Bloody bones turned his face and pursed his lips: "I didn't come to you today to fight." The autumn harvest at Blackstone Fort has begun, and our chance has come. ”

"Chance, you call this an opportunity?" Cohen let out a disdainful laugh, "A lot of people will die, blood bones." Weimar, that stubborn guy, won't be on our side. And you're still doubting me, a battle with different ideas, I don't think I'll win. ”

"But we don't have time. It's not going to be a good winter. Waiting for grain to be loaded into the castle's granary and attacking a castle made of stone is foolishness. Bloodbone tapped his hand on the table: "Weimar and we are not all the way, his mind is full of aristocratic delusions and stupidity. As long as the two of us join forces to persecute him, I think he won't directly refuse even if he doesn't want to. If he wants to stay here. ”

"You'd better find out the cause of Omgaard's death first. I don't think it's that simple. Your subordinates don't seem to be that loyal. ”

Stirring up a war with Blackstone Fort is not an easy thing to decide.

Cohen stood up slowly, his tone was slightly mocking, as the dog-headed military advisor of the bandit group, his friendship with Blood and Bones began in the cave of Black Rock Canyon, and he had a deep understanding of the capriciousness of Blood and Bones, suspicious and cunning. The closest of Omgaor can betray, proving that the Flesh and Bones do not have the prestige he claims.

"Be careful when you go to bed, I'll go back first. Hehe......"

"Grass. This old fox!" Bloody and Bone stared at Cohen who was leaving, Omgaard's death was a lingering suspicion in his heart, and Madele's slut didn't seem to have a very clear mind, and he couldn't say anything clearly. After the Omgaard incident, he kicked Madele out and lived with his filthy and sloppy men.

Those rough men who haven't opened meat for a long time will be very grateful for his favors. It's that Madele is going to suffer a little, and she can't get a single copper.

A few sticks of firewood were added to the campfire, and he lay on the bed with his blood and bones together, his hand instinctively gripping the hilt of the sword under the blanket. The autumn harvest at Blackstone had begun, but there was one more thing he hadn't told Cohen, and that was that the farmers at Blackstone had used a giant scythe that had never been seen before, and the harvest was surprisingly fast.

"Omgaard, you bastard, who is at your disposal?" Blood and Bone couldn't figure out the reason anyway, and Weima, who still maintained his aristocratic demeanor, didn't seem to be able to do such a thing, so only Cohen was left.

But what about the rationale?

Studied but cannot comprehend.

Thinking about it, sleepiness welled up. But the suspicious personality made the blood bones dare not relax at all, half-squinted their eyes, and always maintained a state of light sleep.

The new bonfire burned even brighter, and the dancing flames reflected the swaying darkness on the surrounding walls.

Half-asleep and half-awake, there was a hint of unusualness in the blurred vision of blood and bones. He didn't open his eyes immediately, but his consciousness came to his senses, staring through the narrow field of vision, while his hand clenched the hilt of his sword.

On the tattered table against the wall, wooden wine glasses were scattered around, and a head with a knotted beard seemed to be hidden behind the shadow of the glass.

"What the hell?" Bloody Bone's scalp tightened, and his eyes widened a little. The flames of the campfire, briefly banishing the shadows, revealed a face full of red and curly beards, staring at a pair of blood-red eyes.

"Omgaard !!"

The alarm bell sounded in the heart of the bones, and he could see that face clearly, and Omgaard was undoubted. But - Omgaard's body had long since been thrown into the wilderness and hastily buried!

"I'm Cao!"

Aware of the strange blood and bones, he was full of spirits, but his character was brutal, and he was not afraid of heaven and earth, and suddenly his anger rose, and he almost bounced up from the bed, and stabbed a sword into the head of Omgaor.

The glass clinked, the glass fell to the ground, but the strange head disappeared.

The blood and bones rushed to the edge of the table, swept with the sword, and it was empty, and his eyes were suddenly a little stunned. Suddenly, there was a creaking sound of wooden planks behind him, and the moment he turned around, his breathing almost stopped.

Omgaor's blood-red eyes hung from a wooden beam, its half-open mouth full of scorched teeth, as if grinning.

Rao is no matter how bold and fierce he is, and now he is a little uncalm.

Phantom!

The ghost of Omgaor!